Frances Blackflower

I listened for an hour there in awe
At what she planned to write, and had no doubt
That she’d be famous one day; with that wit
And grasp of complex plots, so well thought out

And wondered why it is a few that age
Hit their adulthood knowing who they are:
While others flounder, pointlessly, for years
Between the stage, the classroom or the bar —

But there she was, so brilliant and so sharp
A surgeon with her words and her ideas:
A young woman of passion and of fire
Who saw the thing she wanted, and would seize

Her moment when it came. And so she has:
Her talent recognized right off the mark,
She’s worked hard at her craft, and earned her way
With haunting stories, beautiful, but dark

Her life has had its problems, that I know.
Some people do not read her with delight.
But she knows what she truly loves to do:
What she was born to do, and that’s to write

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Beleaguered Servant

Owen Servant is an online poet working in a style that's been described as "compulsive". In real life, he is an actuary, because being a poet wasn't unpopular enough.

4 thoughts on “Frances Blackflower”

  1. it takes hard work and dedication to excel and sometimes people may think it appears easy but my experience shows me how nothing comes easy. the trick is to make it appear that way.
    Chrissy xx

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